Insane In The Membrane
Cypress Hill
Cypress Hill - Insane in the membrane (IF YOU PICK THESE CHORDS JUST RIGHT YOU CAN B.S. YOUR WAY THROUGH THE SONG AROUND FREINDS) Who you tryin’ to get crazy with ese? Don’t you know I’m loco? To the one on the flam Boy your temper just toss that ham In the fryin’ pan Like spam Feel done when I come in slam Damn I feel like the son of sam Don’t make me wreck shit hectic Next to the chair got me goin’ like General Electric EEEN! The lights are blinking I’m thinking It’s all over when I go out drinking Oh makin’ my mind slow That’s why I don’t fuck wit da big four-o Bro’ I got ta maintain `Cause a nigga like me is goin’ insane Insane in the membrane Insane in the brain! Insane in the membrane Insane in the brain! Insane in the membrane Plenty insane Got no brain! Insane in the membrane Insane in the brain! Do my shit undercover Now it’s time for the blubba Blabba To watch that belly get fatter Fat boy on diet Don’t try it I’ll jack your ass like looter in riot Much too fat like a sumo slammin’ that ass Leavin’ your face in the grass You know I don’t take a dulo Lightly Punks just jealous `cause they can’t outwrite me So kick that style: wicked wild Happy face nigga never seen me smile Rip that mainframe I’ll explain A nigga like me is goin’ insane Insane in the membrane Insane in the brain! Insane in the membrane Insane in the brain! Insane in the membrane Going insane Got no brain! Insane in the membrane Insane in the brain!